Then, he scooped a spoonful and brought it to his lips. “Do you want to eat it?”
Rong Yan looked at her with his dark phoenix eyes. He stared at her for a long time before he finally opened his thin lips and drank the porridge.
He frowned slightly and a painful expression flashed across his face. It was fleeting. After he swallowed it, his thin lips curled into a faint smile. “Delicious.”
Luo Anning did not speak. Her heart was aching. Looking at his weak smile, her heart felt as if it was being torn apart by an invisible hand.
Spoonful after spoonful of porridge was fed to his lips. Rong Yan’s gaze was fixed on her. He opened his mouth and ate it. It was as if he was not eating porridge but her.
The bowl of porridge soon reached the bottom. Luo Anning stopped what she was doing and asked, “Do you want more?”
